Vol 1 Chapter 9 – I Want You to Lick My Sensitive Spots…♡【Vol 1: Fox-Eared Older Sister – Milfy Arc】

Milfy’s hard, long stick was sliding in and out of my hole.

“How is it? Feels good?”

“Y-yes. Really good…”

Of course, she meant my ear.

Getting my ears cleaned while sitting on her lap was like a dream come true.

“I had a younger brother with a big age gap, you know. I used to take care of his ears like this all the time.”

“Really…? It feels amazing.”

The pressure and angle were perfect, ticklish yet pleasant all at once.

“Hehe, thanks. I showed you something embarrassing this morning with that burnt bread, so the least I can do is this, right?”

Milfy smiled bashfully. Look, if this is what I get in return, I could demolish twenty charred loaves without complaint.

“Just relax, okay?”

“Y-yes…”

Relaxing was easier said than done, though. My cheek was pressed against the soft sensation of her thigh. And on the other side—Milfy’s impressively generous chest was resting against me.

I didn’t really get a good look last night with everything happening so fast, but now I could say it with absolute certainty.

Milfy had huge breasts. No question about it. The kind that overflowed even if you held them in both hands. My face could easily get buried in them.

Today she wore casual house clothes in a light lavender shade, but even through the fabric, I could make out the curve of her breasts. Every time Milfy shifted slightly, their weight pressed gently against my cheek, making my head swim.

“What’s wrong? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“N-no! It feels great! Really great!”

“Really great?”

Milfy tilted her head curiously. Even though I’d seen all of her last night, just having her this close was scrambling my reason. Beautiful things stayed beautiful no matter how many times you saw them—and you always wanted to touch them again.

“Hmm, I can’t see your face very well… Here we go.”

The moment Milfy leaned forward, her breasts pressed down on my face with surprising force.

“!?”

The impact made me pull back instinctively. In doing so, the back of my head brushed against her stomach—

Right over the curse mark.

“Hyah!?”

A sweet cry burst out right by my ear.

“S-sorry! Did that hurt!?”

“N-no… th-that’s not it… your head… it rubbed the curse mark…!”

“Oh…”

Shit. The curse mark is an erogenous zone. If I stimulate it—

“I’m sorry, I’ll move right away!”

I scrambled to shift my head, but that was a mistake.

“Ah!♡”

My head brushed the mark again, and Milfy gasped.

“D-don’t… stop moving… ah, y-you’re killing me♡”

“W-wait, Milfy! If you squirm like that, your chest will—um, your breasts are pressing on my face—gblbl!”

Every time she writhed, those two large masses would compress against me, soft and overwhelming.

Desperate to escape, I tried moving my face away, but that just made the back of my head grind against the mark again.

“Ngh!♡ Aahn!♡ If… if you rub it like that…♡”

“S-saying that doesn’t help…! Whoa!”

After several more rounds of this—

“Enough!”

She grabbed my face with both hands.

Looking up, I saw Milfy completely flushed. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes misty with arousal. She wore a smile that was part irritation, part predatory satisfaction—like a hunter who’d finally caught her prey.

(She’s completely turned on…!)

“Theo, are you doing this on purpose?”

“N-no! I’m just—”

“Liar.♡”

Sweet as honey, she kissed me.

“Nnn—!?”

Soft, warm, impossible to resist. Her tongue coiled with mine, her lips sealed mine so deep I couldn’t breathe. The taste of her saliva spread across my tongue as our kiss deepened, finally breaking with a strand of saliva stretching between us.

“I was planning to wait until tonight… but you got me all fired up.♡”

Milfy hooked her finger under the neckline of her top and pulled it down. Her generous cleavage came into view, and I couldn’t help but catch my breath.

“You wanted this all along, didn’t you? Naughty curse-breaker boy.♡”

“N-no, that’s not—”

She pulled my head toward her, and my face sank into the soft mounds.

I was completely smothered. Heat, weight, sweet fragrance—all of it overwhelmed my senses.

Was this really part of a human body? It was impossibly soft.

“Does it feel good?”

“Mmmph!”

Unable to answer properly, I could only make incoherent sounds. Satisfied with my reaction, Milfy laughed—but it wasn’t the gentle smile of moments ago. It was the laugh of a succubus toying with her toy.

“Hehe… I want you to lick my sensitive spots…♡”

She pulled her top down further, pressing her hardened nipple against my lips.

“Ahh!♡ That feels good!♡”

“Nngh, mmmph…!”

“Aha… Theo, you’re like a baby. So cute… really, really cute.♡”

My voice meant nothing to her. Her deep crimson eyes were glazed with intoxication.

“Ahh…♡ Yes… suck more…♡ Let me drown you in my breasts…♡”

Sweet whispers fell near my ear. Soft flesh covered my cheeks. Milfy’s bud hardening in my mouth. All of it infected me like a sweet curse.

Like a baby, I sucked and rolled my tongue, tasting every bit. Before I knew it, I was completely absorbed in it. Every responsive quiver of her body made my reason erode further.

And all the while, Milfy’s fingers traced my body softly. From my chest to my stomach—and lower still.

“Good boy, good boy… Let’s take care of this one too, hmm?♡”

“Ngh! Nnn—! Mmph—!”

Gone was her earlier tenderness. Now her touch was playful, deliberate—teasing my male instincts as she worked lower.

“Can’t let it spill outside, okay?♡”

Those words were the beginning of a sweet hell.

I was—completely drained in broad daylight.

Vol 1 Chapter 10 – Want to Go on a Date?【Vol 1: Fox-Eared Older Sister – Milfy Arc】

Days passed in that heaven-or-hell existence.

I woke in the morning light, reached for the spot beside me—and found only cold sheets.

(Where’s Milfy…?)

I looked around groggily, but she wasn’t in the room.

Then I heard something cutting through the air outside.

I got up and headed to the garden—

“Ah…”

There stood Milfy, eyes sharp with focus, sword at the ready.

Red, gentle flames flickered along the blade’s edge. Infused with magical power, the sword swayed, and—

“Ha!”

With a battle cry, Milfy lunged forward.

(Whoa!?)

Her strikes were impossibly fast. Her movements were graceful as dance, and the blade flashed again and again, leaving red arcs of flame in the air. It was too quick for my eyes to track—I could only see the intricate trails of fire left behind.

(Amazing… completely different level.)

After the final slash, Milfy let out a breath and lowered her sword. Then she suddenly turned toward me and smiled.

“Good morning, Theo.”

“A-ah! G-good morning!”

I scrambled to bow.

The sharp focus in her eyes moments ago, and now this gentle smile—the contrast captivated me.

(And she noticed me watching the whole time…? She really is incredible.)

“You’re up early. You could’ve slept longer.”

“So could you. Morning practice?”

“Yeah, it’s been a while. Thanks to you helping with the curse, I’m feeling much better.”

True—those first few days, she’d been aroused all day and night. Now it was calming down a bit. Lately, the symptoms only appeared at night.

…Though even that kept me plenty busy.

“Actually, I have a suggestion.”

“Yes?”

Milfy’s face brightened as she said something outrageous:

“Want to go on a date today?”

“…Huh?”

※※※

“This is bad, Milfy. Really bad.”

“What is~?”

While I spiraled in panic, Milfy cheerfully browsed the street stalls.

Today she wore a pale lavender dress with a white cardigan. Her golden hair was tied back with a ribbon that fluttered in the breeze. She looked softer than usual, like a noble lady.

(She’s so cute. Wait, no! Focus!)

I shook my head frantically.

“What if someone sees us together? What would they think?”

“Huh? Think about what… say hello?”

“That’s not the point!”

Milfy seemed unaware of her own fame. If someone as famous as her walked around with someone like me, people would definitely stare. We might become the subject of rumors.

But Milfy just laughed brightly.

“Who cares? The symptoms are calming down anyway. I want a change of pace.”

“B-but—!”

When I hesitated, Milfy’s lips pouted in displeasure.

“What’s with you…? You really hate walking with me?”

She glared at me, her fluffy tail turning away indignantly.

“N-no! That’s not what I mean!”

Oh no. If she looks at me like that, I’m going to end up crying instead of her.

Then a voice came from behind us.

“Yo, Milfy.”

I turned to see a short-haired woman with an eye patch.

“Silvia! Long time no see!”

Milfy’s face lit up instantly.

Wait—Sylvia!? The famous—!

The one-eyed hunter known as the “Black Flash.” A top-tier adventurer second only to Milfy in strength.

“Long time, my ass. You’ve been gone for days without a word. Were you on an expedition?”

“No, I was just feeling under the weather.”

“Really? You good now?”

“Yeah, much better.”

Sylvia replied curtly.

Meanwhile, I was trembling with awe.

(This is insane… two legendary adventurers chatting casually right in front of me…!)

Milfy was amazing to speak with Sylvia on equal terms. Wait, Milfy was already amazing to begin with. My mind couldn’t keep up with the nervousness.

Then Sylvia’s icy black eyes turned toward me.

(Ahhh! Here she comes!)

“So who’s that?”

“Oh, sorry for not introducing him earlier. This is Theo. He’s been helping me with some health issues.”

“H-h-happy to meet you!”

My heart felt like it might burst as I bowed.

Sylvia looked me over with those cold eyes, like she was inspecting subpar equipment.

(I can’t… I can’t handle this atmosphere!)

“U-um! I just remembered something I need to do! Excuse me!”

I practically screamed, bowed frantically, and bolted.

“Huh? Wait, Theo!”

“Hm…?”

I heard their voices behind me, but I didn’t dare look back.

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I ran through the main street, turned down several side alleys, and finally stopped when I reached a deserted backstreet. I was panting, my chest tight.

(Sorry, Milfy. But I can’t do this.)

It wasn’t that I hated being with her. If anything, I wanted to be with her forever.

But the stares terrified me. No matter how I looked at it, she and I didn’t match. Normal people would think she’d been tricked by some shady guy.

I didn’t care how people saw me. But I absolutely didn’t want her reputation to suffer because of me.

“Theo!”

My arm was grabbed roughly, and I turned.

Milfy stood there, slightly angry but also concerned.

“Why did you run? Did I do something wrong?”

“N-no!”

I frantically shook my head.

“It’s not you, Milfy. I just… got scared on my own.”

“Scared? Of what?”

“Because if people saw us together, they might think something weird about you… that you’d been tricked by some shady guy…”

My words stumbled out awkwardly.

“And Sylvia was looking at me suspiciously…so I thought—”

Embarrassment and shame made me look down.

Milfy sighed quietly, then—

“Listen here.”

She poked my forehead lightly.

“Ow.”

“Sylvia wasn’t suspicious of you.”

“Huh?”

“That girl has trouble remembering faces. She stares at people she just met because of it. She’s self-conscious about it, and asked me to tell you she’s sorry if she looked scary.”

“…Oh.”

Milfy nodded and placed her hand on my shoulder.

“Besides, I’m not bothered. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I wanted to go on a date with you today.”

Her gaze was unwavering, and I caught my breath.

“Don’t decide my feelings for me on your own. Don’t put me on a pedestal and then distance yourself. Look at me properly. Please.”

Her eyes were completely serious.

That’s when it finally hit me. Milfy wasn’t unaware of her fame. She was just focused on what actually mattered to her.

(I see.)

I’d been so busy putting myself down that I’d been ignoring her feelings.

“…I’m sorry, Milfy.”

I apologized from the heart.

Then Milfy grinned and said:

“Nope. Not forgiving you that easily.”

“Huh?”

“Gloomy curse-breaker boy… I’m going to give you plenty of punishment.”

She licked her lips teasingly. And honestly? I had a very bad feeling about what that meant.